[It just so happens that Aziraphale is occupying half of that bench.
He blinks at the sudden and new and loud presence beside him, shifting only enough under his several layers of clothing (plus scarf, plus floppy-eared hat) to put about an inch more between them. There's no more room than that.]
b!
He blinks at the sudden and new and loud presence beside him, shifting only enough under his several layers of clothing (plus scarf, plus floppy-eared hat) to put about an inch more between them. There's no more room than that.]
Pardon?